This morning I woke up in a bad mood. It was the morning of day two of Leslie’s life transforming Genius Bootcamp, facilitated by the amazing Shantel McBride. The previous day had been awesome and I had been congratulating myself on my progress. Then of course I had to come home and journal about an ongoing issue I have which made me recognize all my baggage. I was so down trodden I spent the night sulking and barely slept. However, after the awesome first day I had had, I didn’t want to go to day two in a bad mood so I prayed, “Please help me to have a good day.” It wasn’t at all profound, but it was all I could muster because I was so tired.
AFter that I got ready as fast as I could in my muddled state. At about 10 minutes to when the class would start (and I lived 30 minutes out), with my coat on, my bags packed, I decided to grab a glass of water before walking out the door. Just as I was getting to that watery goodness, I hit the glass on the side of the sink and I watched, in dull amazement, as it fell and broke. If I’d been more awake I think I could have held on to it or even have caught it, but I was too tired to process what was happening until it hit the bottom of the sink. I was just about to get really pissed off about the occurrence when I realized something: it was going to be an easy clean up (as it had dropped in the dry side of the sink and thus the breakage was contained and both the glass and the sink were dry and clean), and it was funny. Of course I’d drop and break my glass when I was already late and already ready to head out the door, with my coat on and everything ready to go except this broken glass in the sink! It was just so danged ironic that I laughed! And as I picked up the broken pieces I smiled to myself and my mood brightened.
Who’d have thought a broken glass would make me happy? God only.
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